#how bold of me to assume maybe i could be invited

[sequinsandfins]

It will remain to be seen if I can get ALL days of Winter Warmers written, but here is my day 1. Set in 2025.

Day 1: Lingerie | Daniel/Lewis | rated m | 752 words

Lewis is trying to concentrate on his official Met Gala duties. But he keeps finding himself searching the masses for one face in particular.

He hadn’t been bold enough to ask Daniel to accompany him to the Gala, but he’d checked, seen that Daniel had been invited and that he had accepted the invitation.

Of course it’s just his luck that he doesn’t run into him until he’s heading to the bathroom.

Daniel is standing in front of the sink, washing his hands and, Fuck, Lewis’ mouth goes a little dry as he takes in the lace bralet that Daniel is wearing. He can see it in the reflection of the mirror, how it’s cupping his pecs, his perfect tits.

The Boudoir theme this year was a little risqué, but Lewis was not complaining one bit as he allows himself to take in the tight lace hugging Daniel’s body.

A jacket covers his broad shoulders so Lewis can’t tell what the back looks like, if it’s a bodysuit or just a top. He wonders what Daniel has chosen to wear underneath the tight shorts he’s wearing.

It’s then that he realises that Daniel is wearing a garter belt, clipping onto sheer stockings.

It takes Lewis a moment to register that the water at the sink has stopped and when he looks up he sees Daniel staring at him through the mirror. A smirk on his face.

“Fancy seeing you here.” Daniel says, turning around and letting Lewis see how well his outfit highlights his, uh, assets.

“Wow, Danny, you look…” Lewis trails off, letting his eyes trace over the outfit once more.

“You like?” Daniel does a little twirl, finishing with a ta-da! Arms out like it’s an invitation.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Good,” Daniel takes a step towards him, “I was hoping you did. You know, I was kinda disappointed you didn’t invite me yourself.” Daniel says lightly but Lewis can hear some caution in his tone.

“I didn’t want to assume.”

“What?” Daniel cuts in, “That I wouldn’t want to see you again? Fuck Lew, I thought I made my feelings pretty clear last time?”

Lewis can feel his face heating up, the memory of Daniel laid out on his bed, only adding to the arousal thrumming through his body.

“You know I got all dressed up for you tonight?” Daniel steps closer, until Lewis can almost taste the words coming out of his mouth.

“Did you?” Lewis manages to sound normal before he finds himself reaching out to touch the delicate lace. “You look so pretty, all for me?” Lewis lets his arms wrap around Daniel and his fingers dip into the back of his shorts. Holy shit, Lewis can feel the top of a g-string. “Oh shit, Danny.”

Daniel smirks, “You know, it was a bit of a hard decision choosing what to wear,” Daniel murmurs against Lewis’ lips.

“Oh?” Lewis wants to kiss him, devour him, but he’s worried that if he starts, he won’t want to stop, and he still has official work for the night.

“Yeah, I had a few different options before I settled on this one. Different colours, but I thought Black was safest.”

“Uh-huh…” Lewis’ tongue darts out to lick his lips.

“I didn’t know if showing up in Ferrari Red was a little too on the nose?” Daniel leans close to Lewis’ ear, even though by some miracle it’s still only the two of them in this bathroom. “But I thought maybe I could give you a private show later tonight?” Daniel suggests softly.

Lewis can’t help the whimper which escapes his mouth. He would be embarrassed if he wasn’t so turned on.

“Is that a yes?”

Lewis nods but Daniel smirks.

“I’m going to need to hear it Lewis.”

“Yes,” Lewis swallows, “Fuck, Danny, can we just?” Lewis fingers at the edge of the lace but Daniel slaps his hand away.

“Nope. Lew, you have things to do tonight. Go, be proud of all of this, and later, I’ll show you just how proud I am.”

Daniel finally allows Lewis one moment, one kiss, it’s not enough, and Lewis chases his lips when Daniel pulls back.

“Besides, I spent a lot of time on this outfit, and when we’re finally alone, I’m going to want you to tear it off me later.”

Daniel lets his hand trail across Lewis’ bare midriff, before exiting the bathroom.

Lewis looks down at his hard dick, shit, how is he supposed to piss now?

[fastandcarlos]

Hometown Glory : ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen

summary: it all leads up to the race at zandevoort, and we all know how it ends

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ynusername: a few days in paradise with my dream of a husband 💕☺️

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username1: look at how in love they are omg

username2: hope you both got a well deserved break!!

maxverstappen1: you make me the happiest love 🥰

username3: can I have a relationship like this in the future pls

landonorris: assuming my invite got lost in the post 🤔

ynusername: @/landonorris bold of you to assume you were invited in the first place 😂

carlossainz55: rebecca wants to know where you guys were staying

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 tell her to buy me a drink in zandevoort and I’m all hers

username4: I want to know where THE max verstappen holidays too

username5: hope you’re well prepared to win this weekend max!

schecoperez: how does he still look as pale as he did when you guys left 😂😂

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maxverstappen1: little break before heading home for race weekend 🌊

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username6: the dutch fans can’t wait to see you and cheer you on!

username7: what’s the better view? max or the beach?

ynusername: always the best time with you ❤️

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername plenty more memories to hold onto forever ☺️

danielricciardo: I remember the days when you used to beg me to go on holiday with you so you wouldn’t be lonely 😂

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo luckily for me I’ve got better company now 😬

username8: these pictures are insane wow

username9: could you maybe just keep your shirt off forever??

charles_leclerc: I hope you didn’t stick to your diet (then I might have a chance of beating you this weekend!)

username10: holidaying with max is the dream

username11: abs abs abs abs abs

landonorris: still bitter I didn’t get an invite

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ynusername: supposed to be at some black tie event but all I can focus on is the view in front of me 😍

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username12: max looks good in anything wow

maxverstappen1: I had a pretty good view in front of me too 🥺

ynusername: @/maxverstappen that pudding did look pretty delicious

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername yeah you did, didn’t you?

username13: omg max flirting on insta I never thought we’d see the day

username14: you just know yn is scolding him behind closed doors for this

carlossainz55: that’s what happens when you date the biggest dutch sport star in the world!

carmenmmundt: idk about max but you look stunning 🥰

username15: how can one couple be so hot wtf

username16: apparently they couldn’t keep their hands off each other all night long

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ynusername: back in amsterdam ☕️❤️

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alexandrasaintmleux: wherever that is I want you to take me there!!

username17: welcome home both of you!!

username18: can’t wait to see you at the race this weekend ☺️

maxverstappen1: so this is what you get up to whilst I’m stuck in meetings huh

username19: STUNNING

danielricciardo: such an aesthetic queen

ynusername: @/danielricciardo 👑👑👑👑

alex_albon: lily calls dibs on you taking her first

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maxverstappen1: home race means I get all the kisses in the world 🥺🥺🥺

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username20: my heart can’t take how cute you two are

landonorris: sick bucket anyone??

username21: the definition of happiness in three photos

username22: I can’t cope with much more of this

ynusername: thousands more where those came from 😘

georgerussell63: I’m with lando on this one!

username23: yn secretly living out my dream

schecoperez: you can stop that in the garage too 😂

maxverstappen1: @/schecoperez soz just can’t help myself

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maxverstappen1: pole position in my home race, does it get any better than this? 🏎️🏁

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ynusername: could not be prouder of you!

maxverstappen1: @/ynusername it’s all thanks to your amazing support 🥺

username24: your dutch fans are incredibly proud of you ❤️💙

username25: never in doubt champ

schecoperez: congrats my friend - knew you’d do it!

username26: what about if you win tomorrow??

danielricciardo: save some wins for someone else bro

username27: an absolute legend

landonorris: I’d never forgive you for not getting pole in your home race fyi

maxverstappen1: @/landonorris let me know when you get one 😂

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ynusername: could not be any happier, the perfect return to our home. so proud of you max!! 🥰

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username28: way to go max!!

username29: home races are always the best

georgerussell63: well this is a bit cute isn’t it 😂

username30: the cutest photos ever

maxverstappen1: the perfect end to the perfect weekend ❤️

landonorris: thank goodness the sweet home posts are over for another year 😂

danielricciardo: I’ve got some photos of max on my phone that might make you happier 😂

maxverstappen1: @/danielricciardo don’t you dare!

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[machveil]

Heheheh

Loser! Konig when after the soldiers pull their prank on him you reverse the roles.

You catch him alone (or invite him somewhere private under a guise) and try to confront him about what happened. He doesn't want to talk about it and tries to avoid the subject. Looking like a scolded schoolboy hunched in his seat, feeling hot embarrassment swell in his throat as he looks at the floor to avoid eye contact.

He hears you get up and walk behind him and assumes you're leaving. Of course you are, he fucked up, he never should have ever assumed someone could like him and now look at how he's embarrassed himself. It's probably for the best that you leave before you see his tears-

Your hand snakes around his throat to tilt his head back the same way he did to you so he can look at you standing above him. Breath hitching.

You scold him for not making eye contact. "Can't even look me in the eye? Acting so shy now, surely you remember being so bold before."

He leans into your hand, eyes rolling back and lips parting in euphoria if he presses against you hard enough maybe you'll leave a mark

He's so out of it he fails to react when your hand leaves his neck and only notices when your thumb swipes some drool leaking from his lips and presses on his tongue.

He has to blink himself back to reality just in time to hear you tell him to find you when he plans on being anything more than a coward as you leave the room.

oh my god, I didn’t think this could get any better— (in reference to this post and the follow up)

CW: light choking, humiliation, König gets hard twice, back at it with the Loser!König vibes

he really couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge you. he wanted to, but that burning guilt in his chest always clawed up his throat when he caught a glimpse of you. wrapped a hand around your neck in a drunken stupor

he could only apologize so many times before fleeing - never letting you get a word in. if he did, he was sure all you’d say was how disgusting he was, a pervert. someone you considered a friend, sneaking up on you, condescending tone as he asked you to speak a language you didn’t know. ‘Ich liebe dich’ - he can hardly believe he asked you to say that

and yet, that confused look in your eyes as he held you? he can’t stop thinking about it. it’s burned into his mind, a blessing and a curse - you looked cute, brows knit and lips a little pouty with concern… but that shame would come back to gnaw at his mind. a double edged sword, but that expression of yours outweighs his guilt at night behind closed doors

he shouldn’t be turned on over what happened - but in that moment you looked so helpless to him. you aren’t, you’re still a soldier, but in his twisted mind you looked fragile. he was embarrassed when he fled, red hot anger in his chest from being lied to, but oh so achingly hard when he reached his room that night

he was used to hiding under his sheets, used to bucking into his fist as he imagined you, but this time? the shame and guilt eating at his mind - instead of picturing you under him, all König could think about was you calling him gross, vile for assuming you’d like him. cheeks flushed with humiliation, because that’s what it was to him. humiliated that he’d bought into a lie, humiliated that he was getting off on what happened

a long night, alone in his dark room moaning - your voice degrading him echoing in his head. he couldn’t say when he fell asleep, but when he woke up that morning he decided it’d be better to apologize again, repeatedly, and leave. leave you alone, pine from afar, and keep himself company at night with thoughts of you

and that’s what he did - it’s been a few days since then. as large as he was, he was surprisingly good at evading you. it’s difficult for him when you have to see each other, the forced proximity twisting his gut with nerves. he missed the butterflies you gave him, the warmth that bloomed in his chest. he still thinks about you smiling at him, a small distraction as he walks away from the training grounds, unaware of you coming up behind him

“König! Hey, come here for a second.”, he’s sure he’s just hearing something, his heads so caught up with guilt that your voice is just playing in his mind. but when he feels a hand grab his wrist, he looks down and sees you, his blood running cold as you look up at him, “Just wait a second, please?”

all you get are icy eyes staring down at you - his flushed face hidden behind his hood, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. all he can muster is a curt nod, his throat dry as he tries to breathe in, “Can we talk? You’ve been avoiding me and— well, I think we just need to talk about what happened, okay?”

you’re met with silence, hand falling from his wrist as he stares. you’re about to turn around, call this a lost cause and try again later when he speaks, “Okay.”. his voice was strained, small when it was usually a little louder. it made your heart twist hearing him like that - even if he was reserved and didn’t speak much, he’d still carry confidence when he spoke to you. he did before

a beat passes before you crack a small smile at him, a quick nod in the direction of the barracks. when you turn to walk König finds himself frozen for a moment. why would he say okay? maybe he just wanted to bite the bullet and get this over with subconsciously, let you yell at him and be mad - he wouldn’t blame you

wrapped his too big, too calloused, too rough hand around you - that was the only image in his head. he could still see it when he closed his eyes - he could still feel your skin on his if he focused. it made him feel dirty, it made him feel— “König?”

he’s brought back out of his mind when he hears your voice. paused a few feet ahead of him, waiting for him to follow. and, like the lovesick fool he is, he does what he always does - he follows you. glued to your side like it’s where he belongs, but all he feels is the sense that, once alone, you’ll call him deprived, a desperate man that just wanted to feel you

it’s a short walk to the barracks, nothing said between you two. König’s room is closer, and rather than draw out the walk to your room, you stop in front of his. “Is it okay if we talk in here?”, you cautiously ask, afraid he’d run away again

he wants to say something, voice his thoughts, but all he does is reach for the door handle. a quick turn, and it’s opening - the giant man stepping over the threshold. you’re quick to follow him in, in case he shuts the door or turns to leave. maybe, you think, he’ll be more at ease in his own room

he sighs, deep and audible as he pulls out his desk chair. he’s almost too big for it, a little too bulky. his back to the door, he simply looks down - unable to look at you, sure of what’s to come. a screaming fit, spewing obscenities, something that’ll make his heart shatter more than it already has

he hears you speaking, sees your shoes in front of him as he looks at the floor. it’s all muffled, tuned out as his brain swirls with ‘what if’s’. what if they yell? what if they cry? what if they leave? what if they never come back? what if—

it takes him a moment to notice you’re not standing in front of him anymore, and when he glances up you’re not in view. gone. left him to wallow in his room, to sit and think. he’s already tugging his hood off, discarded onto his desk. messy copper hair and scars on display, he sinks back into his chair, head held low

he lets his eyes flutter shut, the silence in the room deafening as he mourns. stupid, it’s worse knowing he’s lost you and you’re still roaming the base. gone, but still here— eyes opening when he feels a hand on his neck, a palm against his throat, he swallows

“You won’t talk to me, you can’t even look at me, König.”, oh god, your voice, low and condescending as you speak. your fingers snugly resting against the column of his throat, déjà vu hits König like a truck when your pointer finger nudges against his chin, “You were really confident… what happened to that?”

bare skin touching bare skin, and when you gently press your finger under his chin, making him tilt his head up? he’s pretty sure this is pure bliss, “Look at me.”. and, oh, that stern tone you have goes straight down his spine, nerves tingling as his icy gaze meets yours. your hand— your warmth against his neck nearly has his brain turning to mush

he likes this, he’s being scolded by you for ignoring you, your hand wrapped around his neck. eyes half lidded, gazing up at you, his mind is somewhere else entirely. you’re talking again, probably commenting on how he’s been behaving, but all he’s focused on doing is leaning into your touch. pressing his neck a little more against your hand, biting back a low groan when you absentmindedly squeeze

you weren’t even looking at him anymore, gesturing with your other hand as you look up - frustrated, your eyebrows knit. you look so good like this, and the effect is more than obvious. between the tent in his pants on the way it looks like his brain should be oozing out his ears, the drool running down his chin, König’s not really present in the moment

he nearly misses it when you move your hand off his neck, blinking when you wipe the drool from his lip. “I’m not mad, König. Just… when you get yourself together, feel free to come find me, yeah?”, and there’s that smile - fond gaze looking down at him the way he missed, this time more intimate. patting his cheek briefly, spit smearing his skin a little, he sits up and watches you leave

he’ll come find you Maus, eventually. for now, in the dim lighting of his room, he’s more focused on working his belt off

[bunnylovesani]

Miss Congeniality

Chapter 4

Content warnings: MDNI, soft dom ani, smoking weed, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, humiliation kink, dirty talk, ani likes getting slapped, aftercare, general smut with fluff

WC: 2.7k

Your last competition marked the end of pageant season, giving you plenty of time to figure out how you were gonna break the news to your parents that you were done with it all. You’d finished high school over a year ago and were now stuck in a rut; what’s next for you? If you weren’t going to college and weren’t competing for any more titles, what did life have in store? You struggled to imagine a world beyond the 4 walls of your room and your plushy pink bed laden with stuffed animals.

You'd gone out with your family last night to the fancy new Italian place- with your pageant victory and Jaden landing his first job since dropping out of college, there was plenty of cause for celebration. It quickly went awry when you made some distasteful jokes alluding to your status as the golden girl; your father didn’t much appreciate your increasingly rebellious attitude and left the restaurant before dessert could be served.

To your surprise, his displeasure didn’t affect you nearly as much as it normally does. When someone’s mad at you, you’re unusually unbearable about it: you follow them around like a puppy who’d lost its ball, whining and apologising until they caved and showed you affection. But not today. How could you when all your thoughts were consumed by someone else? You looked for him everywhere, sitting on the chair at the edge of your bed or round the table at dinner- Anakin’s absence was sorely felt now that you'd grown accustomed to his frequent pop-ins and tag-alongs. You wondered if it would be strange for you to be the one coming over for once.

You'd always imagined him living in either a frathouse hovel or some kind of unsanitary bachelor pad- but standing in front of the steel gates of the apartment complex, you were pleasantly surprised. You punch in the code he texted you when you announced your arrival and the gate doors swung wide open. Climbing into the elevator to reach the 7th floor, your hands feel clammy and there's bile rising up your throat. You'd never visited him before and the fact that you'd invited yourself over on an impulsive whim had you second-guessing everything.

The elevator doors open and he’s right there, leaning against his apartment at the end of the hallway. You wonder if he waited outside for you so that you wouldn't have a chance to turn back at the last minute. Clearly, he knew you better than you gave him credit for.

“There you are. Took you long enough.” He smirked, leading the way into his apartment as you followed behind him like a lost puppy.

As soon as you stepped foot into the place, your nostrils filled with the musky scent of weed, smoke wafting over from the sizeable brown blunt he held between his silver ring-clad fingers.

“It’s barely noon.” You scolded him as you took a seat on his black leather couch.

“Did you come here just to nag me? Maybe you should take a hit, it’ll chill you out.” He plonked onto a bean bag opposite you, spreading his long legs out and inhaling another drag.

“I didn’t come here to get high.” You huff, wondering why you were acting so high-strung when in fact, you weren’t opposed to the idea.

“No, I don’t suppose you would. You probably couldn’t handle it anyway and I have no interest in spending the night babysitting. In more interesting news, I heard you had a fight with daddy last night.” He spat cockily- damn Jaden and his big mouth.

“Bold of you to assume I’d be spending the night. And it’s none of your business.” You cross your arms, slowly filling with regret for coming here. Why was he being such a dick?

“Wow, you’re acting even more bratty than usual. Didn’t think that was possible. Why are you even here?” He puts the blunt out half-smoked, leaving the remainder resting against the ashtray.

“I, I don’t know…I just thought-“

“Let me take a wild guess. You wanted to piss daddy off by sneaking off to see your brother’s older, bad influence of a friend. Thought you’d push some boundaries and try to prove to yourself that you’re not just a stuck-up little good girl. Well, you failed.” He cocks his eyebrows at you.

“I am neither stuck up nor a good girl! Just because I choose to behave myself instead of acting like an animal doesn’t mean I’m not capable of all the things you are.” You feel your blood pressure rising.

“Prove it.”

“Oh and I bet you would just love it if I put out and debased myself for you. All you want is to get me high and fuck me- I know what your intentions are and it’s not gonna happen buddy.” You get up, marching across the room and heading for the door.

“That’s rich coming from someone who screams my name when she cums.” He states matter-of-factly and you stop in your tracks.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I heard you. Acting all high and mighty when you’re the slut here. Admit it, you want me.” He walks towards you and turns you around to face him. Before your brain can catch up with your body, your palm swings around and makes contact with his right cheek, smacking him with the intensity of a whip cracking.

“Feisty. I like it.” He holds his hand up to his reddened face, somewhat shocked but not angry. “Are we done now? I’m really not in the mood to argue.” He smirks at you, pulling you in by the waist and instantly softening your attitude.

“I’m so sorry! Oh Ani I don’t know what came over me, ‘m sorry!” You attentively caress his cheek, inspecting how hard you slapped him. You acted like your reaction was a result of him calling you that word- but if you were honest with yourself, you knew it was because he was right. If you weren’t in denial, you’d realise you loved the way the insult rolled off his tongue and loved how it made you feel even more.

“I’m so embarrassed.” A blush creeps over your cheeks at the thought of him eavesdropping on your most intimate moments.

“Over assaulting me or over touching yourself thinking about me?” He traces his hand along your shoulder.

“Both.” You give him a snarky glare. He was enjoying this too much.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, you’re not the only one who’s done that.” He flashes you a grin before relighting his blunt and scurrying down the hallway into his room.

“Huh, done what? Ani? Not the only one who’s done what?” You follow him down the hallway giddily and stop outside his bedroom door. Blunt in mouth, you see Anakin right before you - taking off his hoodie, shirt getting caught by the tight material and revealing his tanned v-line and happy trail on full display. You couldn’t help but stare at the veins trailing down his lower stomach and leading into his boxers, gulping as you admire the perfect dark blonde tuft of hair growing in a neat line below his belly button.

“God it’s hot in here. What were you asking again?” He asks, folding away his hoodie and taking a long drag.

“Umm, uh it’s nothing. Hey, can I have a puff?” You point at his blunt in curiosity, trying to banish the sinful mental images flashing through your head.

“But princess, it’s barely noon.“ He berates you mockingly and you roll your eyes.

“I was a little tense earlier, ‘m sorry.” You sigh and twiddle your thumbs. “It’s just that I’ve never tried it.”

“Come here.” He beckons you over to his bed and sits you on his lap. “You can try a few drags but only a couple. I don’t wanna see that attitude of yours come out when I cut you off. Now are you gonna be a good girl and listen?”

“Yes Ani, I promise!” You nod along and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Alright sweetheart, here ya go.” He hands you the joint and you take your first hit, coughing and spluttering as a burning sensation spreads through your lungs.

“Ani, this is awful! How can you smoke this?!” You scrunch your face up, disgusted by the strange new feeling.

“That’s because you’re doing it wrong, silly. Inhale slowly, like this.” He demonstrates and you follow his lead, taking a smoother drag this time.

“There you go baby, you’re a natural.” He chuckles and snakes his hand round to rest on your bare thigh. “What kind of outfit is this, huh? Are you trying to seduce me or something?” He snorts, playing with the short frills of your mini skirt.

“No! I just thought it was pretty.” You chirp innocently.

“Pretty slutty, yea.” You gasp and slap his chest.

“Will you stop hitting me?!” He exclaims, digging his fingers into your thighs.

“I will, just as soon you stop calling me a slut!”

“Why, when I know you like it.”

“So do you.” You’d noticed him shuffling around and adjusting his sweatpants every time you’d playfully hit him and you weren’t that oblivious as to what that meant.

“Is that why you do it then?” He says after a little pause, gaze dropping to focus on your parted lips.

“Um…uh, I” You stutter as you feel your panties getting wet and your brain getting hazy- partially from his intense gaze and partially from the blunt.

“Aw, is it getting to you now? I see your eyes glazing over.” He takes the blunt out of your hands and takes another puff himself before putting it out. “That’s enough.”

You’re too busy fixating on his thumb which is rubbing feather-light circles into your inner thigh to notice.

“Stop it, you’re making me feel tingly.” You bat his hand away.

“Oh yeah? What kinda tingles?” He disregards your command and returns his hand to its original position.

“The kind that make me feel fuzzy inside…” You utter in a hushed tone, starting to sway a little now that your high had hit you.

“Lie down f’me babe.” He guides you off his lap and onto his bed. “So you’ve never had anyone help you make those tingles go away?”

“Nuh uh.” You shake your head innocently and he grins, starting to lift your shirt and press light kisses up and down your tummy.

“And would you like it if your Ani was the first?” He looks up at you, speaking so softly you could barely hear him.

You choked out a “yea!” before covering your face with a pillow, embarrassed by Anakin’s insistence on eye contact as he slid your skirt off and started fiddling with the waistband of your pink panties.

“Don’t be shy baby, I wanna see that pretty face of yours.” He groans as he hooks his fingers around your underwear and slides them off before spreading your legs and admiring what’s between them.

“Anii, what are you doing?” You squeal, face burning with shame, barely able to meet his intense gaze.

“Stop squirming, will ya? I’ve been dreaming about this moment for months, let a man take in the view before he dives in.” He grazes his thumb lightly over your clit and lets out a moan. “Goddamn baby, I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked. You have a habit of ruining your panties, don’t you?”

You whine at his patronising comments, feeling overwhelmed with arousal and embarrassment.

“What a pretty pink pussy…” He mutters to himself and you feel yourself being pulled into a narcotic-induced daze, everything around you growing hazy and numb.

You’re brought back to life when his tongue dips into your folds, licking a wet stripe up your clit that makes your body jolt with pleasure.

“Fuck!” You yelp unexpectedly as your thighs start trembling- you don’t ever swear. He looks up at you as he flicks his tongue repeatedly over your swollen pussy, maintaining a tight grip around your hips to ensure you can’t escape.

“Already shaking, princess? You virgins are so sensitive.” He sneers before resuming his torturously pleasurable routine. You moan and pant as waves of euphoria wash over you like never before. You’d touched yourself a few times but you’d never experienced such mind-numbingly sensual gratification.

Just as you thought the pleasure couldn’t possibly escalate, he pushes one of his fingers inside your tight little hole. You gasp at the intrusion and before you can properly adjust, he shoves another one in until he’s massaging your insides with a beckoning motion.

“Shh, baby. Shh, it’s okay.” He hushes you comfortingly as you squeal and whimper. He resumes tonguing your bundle of nerves as you grab onto his unruly blonde curls, needing something to ground you in case you floated away in ecstasy.

“You taste so good princess…you like my fingers, huh? I can see you do, you’re gushing all over me.” You blush at his crude words as he slaps the side of your thigh and dives back in, continuing to eat you out for what felt like hours. He worked you up to the brink of your orgasm several times- before stopping abruptly, ensuring you were sobbing with pleasure before he even considered releasing you.

“Bet you’re gonna think twice now before coming to my house with that attitude again.” He grunts, silver rings pounding against your pussy as he continues stroking you with increasing intensity.

“Mm, please! Please Ani, please let me cum. You were right, I am a good girl, I’m your good girl! Please daddy, I can’t take it anymore!” You wail, half out of your mind and nauseous with pleasure.

“Daddy, huh?” He smirks, satisfied that he’d tortured you for long enough. “Alright baby, let go for me. Cum all over my fingers sweetheart.”

With one final resounding moan, you cum so hard the world starts spinning and you see stars, glistening brightly and jumping across the room. You take deep gulps of air to try and calm your erratically beating heart as Anakin lifts himself up to lie down beside you.

“Breathe baby, just breathe.” He pulls you into his arms and places his hand in an open palm over your heart. “You did so good. Here angel, drink some water.” Handing you the bottle, you only then realise how dry your mouth feels from the blunt.

“Ani? How did you manage to get it all so wet after smoking?” You ask weakly after taking a few sips.

“Most of that wetness wasn’t from me, sweetheart.” He mumbles into the crook of your neck, before planting a few kisses there. “Do you wanna spend the night here?”

“Mhm! Yea Ani I’d love to!” You chirp sweetly.

“Alright baby, why don’t we get you changed into something more comfortable and then we can watch something?” He plants a delicate kiss onto your lips and gets up to peruse through his wardrobe. “How about this? It’s my favourite band tee.” He throws you a black shirt with a metal band graphic printed across it- you recognise it instantly as one of his most worn articles of clothing and your heart swells with joy. Eagerly, you throw it on and giggle at how oversized it is on you.

“I love it!” You wrap your arms around yourself and take a deep inhale: woody cologne, weed and peppermint gum. “It smells like you too.”

“Oh no I’m sorry, maybe I forgot to wash it- let me get another one-“

“No Ani, I love it! You smell amazing.” You pull him back down into the bed with you and roll on top of him, wanting to be as physically close as possible. “Baby? I feel bad, you made me feel amazing and I haven’t...well, done anything.”

“I couldn’t give less of a fuck, princess. Now, what do you want to watch?” He rolls you over, wraps his arm around you and reaches for the remote.

Next Chapter

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Thick!Fem!Survivor in a Bikini

Requested: Yes! [love your works. never stop doing those please.. also just see your request are open so.. i want to request for ghostface, the legion (frank and julie), wesker, the trapper and the doctor react to their fav fem!survivor in like a bikini outfits (also if you could make her have a big boobs or maybe like some sort of chubby body then i would love it even more :))]

Warnings: ✨Spice✨, FEM!Reader

A/N:

Ghostface

Pictures. So so many pictures, each one more perfect than the last in his eyes. And there was never enough, no matter the fact that he had so many that his card read as full. Good thing he had a spare on him! This one empty of any photos, though soon to be full as well. He’ll waste away the whole trial following you around, his hands running along the thick curves of your body whenever he can get close enough without you noticing him. But even if you did notice him, it’s not much of a deterrent. Did you really think you could show up in front of him while wearing that and just get away?

Frank

Drooling. Drooling SO much. He’s staring the second he sees you, immediately reaching out to grasp your thick waist in his bandaged hands as he presses his chest into your back, his mask on the ground as he bites and sucks on the back of your neck, grinding into your plush ass through his jeans. Frank is such a sucker for big girls, it makes him look stupid and by the end of this trial you will be sitting on his face, your thick thighs smothering him to death. Legit doesn’t even care if you actually kill him while doing it, since he’ll just be resurrected by the entity anyways. He hopes.

Julie

Much like Frank, Julie is drooling, wanting to bury her face between your thighs and just suffocate. But Julie is just a tad bit more subtle than Frank. She’s not just outright groping, she’s fingers trailing softly down your spine, plucking at the strings of your bikini. She’s not deep bites and bleeding scratches, she’s a whisper in your ear, carrying the most sinful promises. She and Frank are two people that compliment and contrast each other perfectly in almost every way. Brawn and Brain, Force and Manipulation, Fast and Slow. She’s likely to invite you to share both her and Frank’s bed, once she’s done making you ride her fingers in this trial.

Wesker

Wesker is definitely surprised to see you in such an outfit at first, staring you down from a distance, slowly getting closer to you, taking in the shape of your body from every angle he can see, and once he gets close enough? He can’t help but let ouroboros wander over your skin, slipping under your scant clothing, between your thighs. Even when you’re crying and shaking from everything he’s doing to you. How could you ever expect him to resist when you just looked so good like that? Like a present just for him.

Trapper

N I C E. You can’t look at Trapper and tell me he doesn’t like thick girls. He fucking LOVES thick girls, remembers how he used to trail after daughters of the miners with chests so thick they almost popped out of their modest gowns, hips so thick that they showed through all the layers they wore. Part of him enjoyed indulging in thoughts of how it was money that his family gave their fathers that kept their bellies so full, kept them as thick as they were, their healthy pallor. He’s reminded of those thoughts as he looks at you. Granted, you’re not so modestly dressed as them but he actually likes it, likes the way they scant fabric clings to your skin. But what’s even better is when he rips it off you, clutching you to him even as you squirm, feeling along your curves, between your folds, cupping your full breasts. Yes, he really enjoyed this.

Doctor

Very bold of you to assume that the Doctor didn’t carefully plan this all out, to the very last detail. Down to convincing the Entity that yes, the bikini was necessary, and that no, he definitely didn’t have anything particularly heinous on his mind. Not that she believed that at all, but he had been doing particularly well in trials and she thought he deserves to be rewarded. Which is how you ended up Adrianna Imai’s bed (she was going to KILL you in all your future trials with her), The Doctor’s hands emitting little pain-pleasure sparks as they roamed your skin, snapping at the strings of your bikini while emitting his usual maniacal giggles.

[the-moon-files]

So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.

Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.

Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.

I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.

2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨

Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,

like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol

and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??

youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO

(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)

funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭

u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO

(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)

the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.

afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space

the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry

so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her

“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “

and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol

and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol

Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO

oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol

the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time

Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,

they are also very easy to get lmao

Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol

Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)

Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao

one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.

(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)

☆

idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol

also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/

so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao

btw

send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated���

ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,

mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say

have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)

Peace out,

🌙

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 4: Stalking/Obsession

Stalking/Obsession - Eyeless Jack X F!Reader

Warnings: DUB CON, breeding kink, biting, marking

AN: I don't speak Polish so forgive me </3. ALSO this is a take on my dear @creepynoodleheadcannons's prompt featuring EJ on Day 19 from their 2022 Kinktober. Will tag the fic HERE.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Reblogs are appreciated!

In the darkness of your room, you sat curled in your sheets with the feeling of dread coursing through your veins. Sweat ran down your brow, down the back of your neck and soaked your bed as you stared at your window. You saw his shadow looming just outside, a monstrous being that had been tormenting you for the first half of the year. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest like a little rabbit about to be caught in the jaws of a wolf as his claws scratched against it. 

He’d never been so bold before. 

When he first started, he was silent. His sharp claws played with the seams of your mind, delicately lifting the fragile threads before popping them up and breaking them, reveling in the sound of the strings snapping. It was small. A coffee cup you’d thrown away with your lipstick marks had gone missing but you assumed you’d managed to throw it out somewhere else. The hairs from your brush had been cleaned out but weren’t in the trash. Some of your clothing had gone missing. You assumed that you were becoming increasingly forgetful, but your underwear going missing? Your still full shampoo and conditioner bottles disappearing? 

And then he revealed himself. You thought you’d accidentally summoned a demon when he first appeared in the corner of your eye. He was always there, watching, waiting, and so fucking persistent. The way he spoke about you was deranged, like you were the only thing he craved in the entirety of his life. He spoke of how sweet you’d be - his final meal, the feast to end all others. 

“Go… Go away,” you shakily cried out while you dug your face into the pillow in an attempt to fend him off. But you knew it was a useless attempt. Tonight was the night he’d finally make you his and devour you whole. Your body shook with fear as you watched the shadow of his hands move sluggishly, like he wawa toying with you on how slow he could be. Toying with you, building up his own anticipation with glee. You heard Polish spill from his lips, or maybe an archaic form of it, and like magic, the window flew open. It invited the colder of October air into your room, red and orange leaves spilled across your floor as his large form blocked out the light of the moon herself. 

“You don’t really mean that,” he purred. His voice was deep and laced with a Slavic accent that sung with the cadence of ancient gods and their demons. His face was hidden by a mask, a dark pool of inky blue while the eye sockets wept with tar. If you looked close enough, you could see the knife marks of where it had been carved a very, very long time ago. He slipped through your window despite his size. Your nose filled with his scent. Musk. The earth. Iron. Smoke from campfires not long doused. Ammonia. 

Your stomach wanted to wretch at the very smell of him. Fear stoked every part of your body as you pried your eyes away from your pillow and peeked up at him. He was large, much too large. The moonlight framed him as dark and imposing. He was strong, you knew that, and his skin was the color of ash. And for a creature that seemed to take joy in pursuing a much more human form, he still reeked of otherworldly. His legs were cloven, like that of a black goat, and his teeth were sharp, slightly yellowed and large like that of an apex predator. Roots and the earth seemed to crawl up his legs like the earth itself wanted to reclaim him, and his joints didn’t seem to fit him right. His elbows, his knees, shoulders, everything was popped into place haphazardly, a vessel to contain something much larger than what he was born as. 

He took advantage of your fear as you looked up at him. His grin only widened behind his mask. He crawled up your bed, caging you in with his body. His clawed hands traced your warm body as you balled up in a weak attempt to shut him out from you. 

“Please, don’t,” you murmur as you watch his clawed hands crawl up your body. “I already told you no-”

He gave you a look from behind his mask before reaching his hand upwards to remove it. His arm moved over to rest it on your nightstand, as if he were making himself comfortable. His mouth was curled upwards into a grin, large and knowing. 

“Come now, kochanie moje. Don’t be so frigid towards me. Open up. Let me in.” His sharp talons moved to cut your clothes from your body, not caring about your cries of protest. “You cannot resist me forever,” he whispered in your ear as your body trembled. “Try and fight as you may, your body calls for me, and I must answer. You were meant for this,” he breathed in your ear as you meekly held your hand up to his large chest in another attempt to push him off. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered. 

“Tak kochanie,” he whispered back, “you do. I need you. Don’t you see what you’re doing to me? I need your body, your heart, your mind, your very soul,” he groaned as his hand traced your soft, supple skin. “I want to breed you to make you mine forever.” 

His words sent chills down your spine as you shook like a leaf. You shook your head. “You can’t-”

“Don’t worry,” he purred once more, voice hungry and lusty, “I’ll make it feel good. I always do.” 

You were almost snapped out of your fear from the second half of his sentence but found it quickly returned when his teeth sunk into your neck. “Oh fuck!” You yelped, feeling the warm blood from your neck bead downwards to drape your collarbone and your nape. “What the hell was that for?” 

Jack didn’t immediately answer, only grinned and opened his mouth. A long, purple tongue slithered out and lapped at the teeth marks he’d left, a soft apology for drawing blood. “Mating mark,” he answered. “One of the many physical kinds I can give to you.” 

You kept your mouth shut as you felt his hands barely leave you to the belt of his pants. He undid it, and then slowly pumped his cock. Large, knotted, that was all you could see in the darkness only illuminated by the moonlight. So distracted by how girthy and large he was and the fact you KNEW he wouldn’t fit inside of you, a cry ripped free from your throat as his other hand effortlessly pried your legs apart. 

Jack’s clawed fingers easily moved down to your pussy, already wet from the budding anticipation. He cooed condescendingly. “Awh, and here I thought I would need to convince you even more.” His index and middle finger opened your lips up, and through the darkness, his sockets keyed in on your glistening pussy. “You were made for this, to please me, to be bred by me.” Slowly, he slid his index finger inside of you and watched through the darkness of your room as you bloomed for him. Heat painted your entire body, most notably your cheeks - Jack’s always had the ability to sort of ‘toggle’ thermal vision - and that’s where the heat was most notably concentrated. Well, that and definitely between your legs. Your pussy was burning for him. Needed to be filled, didn’t it? 

His index finger was soon joined by his middle, and he stretched you out as best as he could. “You feel so warm, kochanie,” he grinned. “So soft and sweet, and you smell just as good too. Maybe I should get a taste before I take you,” he thought aloud. 

Fearing retaliation, you hesitantly nodded. “Okay,” you squeaked like a deer caught in headlights. It didn’t help that your body seemed to call for him. Despite how much you knew this wasn’t good, your body squeezed around him. When his thumb circled your clit, you moaned softly, embarrassed that you showed him even a smidge of pleasure. He thumbed your clit some more and felt your hips buck up. 

And he laughed. Jack laughed. 

“See? I knew you couldn’t resist me.” After he fingered you a little bit more, enjoying the sounds of your soft moans and how you desperately tried to deny your true feelings towards him, he pulled his fingers out. “Do not pout,” he chuckled as he lifted his fingers to his lips. One of his tongues slithered out of his mouth once more before curling around his slick covered fingers. An obscene moan left his lips, and if he had eyes, you were sure that they would be rolling up. “Gods, you taste so good,” he praised. “So sugary and meaty,” he moaned again. “Perfectly made for me.” 

Jack mounted you this time, the head of his cock pressed against your tight lips as he watched you squirm underneath him. It was magical to see you buck your hips up like you could hardly resist him. “Open up, kochanie,” he cooed as he started to push his thick cock into you. He grinned when your nails dug into his uncovered forearms while your eyes widened. “Wrap your legs around me and breathe. Take me. Take me,” he whispered again and again, his hips pushing closer and closer to your body as his cock split you open. 

You did just that, legs wrapped tightly around his waist before moving your hands up to his back. Your nails dug into his hoodie while you pulled him tightly against you. Your heart rate skyrocketed as he pulled his hips back and then thrusted sharply forwards, the head of his cock hitting your cervix while not even fully hilted inside of you. His knot was thickly pressed against you, far too big for you to take, balls rested against your ass and heavy with cum. “Oh, oh my gods-” you wept as your body struggled to adjust to his size. He felt so big, every part of him. 

“Bloom for me,” he urged as he started to thrust his hips. His lips danced across your neck as he cock filled you with every thrust. “My sweet, sweet girl,” he praised, “look at you. How beautiful you are.” 

Your thighs were tense as he began to pick up the pace as you softly moaned for him, unable to deny any longer just how good Jack was making you feel. The tears that had welled in your eyes slipped down your cheeks but you unashamedly kept calling out for him. Your pussy felt so stretched open and still small as your slick gushed around him. You were soaking the bed from how good he stroked you. You arched your back slightly into his chest and tipped your head back to allow his lips to travel back up to your throat. You felt his teeth playfully move around where he’d already bitten you before softly biting you on the opposite side to mirror it. 

“You’re mine now, kochanie. Mine now forever.” The sounds of your moans were like music to his ears as he listened to your moans and how your body grew closer and closer to being knotted. He’d breed you, and then you’d have no choice but to be his for all eternity. 

[snoopyana]

girl best-friend.

“you know i’m just here to make you feel better.”

he just couldn’t give you up, even while in a relationship of his own — you were in the forefront of his mind. putting you over his own girlfriend, giving you his undivided attention and leaving her in the dust, poor girl. maybe she should try harder.

jung sungchan. angsty(js a lil). smut. js bold shit tbh.

she couldn’t do anything but watch as sungchan outwardly ignored her. she watched the way your eyes focused on his lips whenever he spoke , the way you glanced over at her with a smile on your face before focusing on her boyfriend again. the way he was basically eating your face while she was there— it was sickening. if someone were to walk into his living room with no prior knowledge, they would assume you were dating sungchan. but it was just friendly gestures, right?

maybe not the making-out though.

parking in front of his complex, sungchan could be seen watching by the entrance, waiting for you to arrive — the girl that he started seeing months ago, clinging onto his arm like a leech, waited for you as well. he had invited you to hangout with him and it was supposed to be just you, but his girlfriend insisted on tagging along. wanting to meet his girl best-friend.

before you could even step out of the vehicle he was shaking her off his limb, jogging up to you to pull your body in a tight hug. his head on the top of yours, sungchan whispered into your hair, “sorry i didn’t tell you, but she practically begged me to let her stay over.” face against his chest, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes in response. staying like that next to your car, his girlfriend realized the hug was lasting longer than it should have. crinkling her nose, she took it upon herself to separate him from you — reaching for his hand in the process.

what a buzz-kill.

walking up to the double doors , sungchan slide his arm around your waist, letting go of her hand as he did — giving you a tight squeeze all while being engaged in a conversation with the other. resting your head onto his shoulder, he didn’t let you go even while unlocking the door of his place. only when sliding into the entry did he let go — letting you venture into the apartment, throwing your jacket onto a chair as did. but before you could even make it to the living room, muffled voices could be heard in the front. quietly, you beelined it back. peeking around the corner just in time to hear part of their conversation, argument.

listening, the two kept going at each other. clearly unaware of your prying eyes. “did you need to hug for that long? and not to mention you were all over her while walking in?” not being able to see sungchan, you heard him let out a sigh before responding. “if you have a problem with it, go home. she’s a friend that i haven’t seen in months,” there was silence for a moment. believing the conversation was over, you started to quietly walk away. the silence being broken by sungchan whispering a quick “get over yourself.” irritation written all over his voice, his foot steps started to head towards where you hid. with his body in frame, you were quick to pretend like you were going to the kitchen. opening his fridge doors in an attempt to look busy. coming up behind you, sungchan draped his arms over your shoulders.

“you don’t mind that she’s here, right? because clearly she minds that you’re even in my presence.” watching as you grabbed drinks from the fridge, he waited for an answer. now it was his turn to be the leech, clinging onto you as you shuffled around his kitchen collecting snacks — picking from the wilde selection of your favorites that he would stock up on. stuffing a handful of candy into your mouth, all you could do was give him a half smile. finding it amusing how just being there made her so insecure. ”why would i mind? ” glancing into the living room — his girlfriend was seated on the couch, staring as you two spoke. awkwardly adverting her eyes when she realized you were looking, “i’m not the one who has to try and get your attention.” mumbling as you chewed, his eyes followed your gaze, visibly tensing up when he realized she was seated right in the middle. you were supposed to sit there.

“guess you’re right, but let’s go in there before she starts nagging me again.”

describing the situation as awkward would be an understatement. having to talk over her every-time you wanted to say something to sungchan was exhausting. she listened to every word that came out of your mouth and took note of every movement you made. it wasn’t until she got up to use the bathroom were you finally able to properly speak to sungchan. moving towards you on the sofa, he laid his whole body down onto the furniture — head now in your lap.

fingers gliding through his hair, your eyed were glued to your screen. but you took this moment to speak freely while you could, “can she be anymore overbearing? if i tried to touch you, she probably would have attacked on me like a wild animal.” cursing under your breath, sungchan was busy biting at his lip, in an effort to hold back the laugh he was desperately holding in. it wasn’t right for him to laugh at you belittling the girl he claimed to love, but what was worse was that you were painfully correct. “what even is her name again?” basically taunting the girl, you placed your phone down — dragging the pads of your fingers over his face while the other tugged and pulled through his hair.

opening his mouth to answer, you were quick to drag your finger over his lips. “no don’t answer, i won’t care nor remember anyway.” a small smile creeping onto his face, sungchan reached his hand out — pulling at your necklace to bring you down to his level. “you’re so mean, you know that right?” craning his neck, he didn’t give you time to answer. pulling you down until your lips meant his. bold move for someone whos’ girlfriend is just a few walls away. but hey, she wasn’t supposed to be here anyway.

your hair fell over his face, covering up the whole scene. removing a hand from his face, it found it’s way to his belt. buckling and removing the strap of leather with ease — you hand slipped into his pants causing the male to jerk up into your palm. in response, he removed his hands from your necklace, he frantically pulled at the fabric to free himself to give you easy access.

wait, she’s still here right?

that doesn’t matter right now, all he could focus on was the way your hand was slowly pumping at his disgusting hard dick. bending his knees, sungchan bucked up into your enclosed fist — longing for a tad bit more friction than what he was being given. removing your hand, you broke-out of the mini makeout session. “calm down, gotta make it last channie. gonna drag it out as long as possible.” bringing him back into the miss, you planted a slap on his exposed thigh before continuing to slowly jerk him off — just to make sure he got the memo. moaning into your mouth, he tried his best to still his body. squirming and shaking with every dragged out tug you gave him. it was so exciting, but most importantly, felt amazing. in fact, it felt so good that he didn’t hear the footsteps echoing through the hallway.

oh but you did.

standing in the archway, all she did was stare. all she could do was stare at the scene laid out in front of her very own eyes. watching the way her boyfriend reacted to every movement you made. listening to his muffled moans and whines all while he attempted to fuck himself into your fist. the way your hair covered his face — hiding the mini scene going on underneath. listening to her boyfriend go absolutely crazy for a girl who he said was only a friend. not a word was spoken. but so much was said. darting out of the doorway, she could be heard rummaging around in the entryway. possibly collecting her stuff so she could leave.

not like she was invited anyway.

speaker phone — hehe, i rlly enjoyed writing that. idk what it is but something possess me everytime i sit down to write a little cheating fic. i get very excited for some reason. BUT I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT?? i didn’t mean to make sungchan like, as subby as he turned out?? but in order for it to play out how i wanted, it just needed to happen. hugs and kisses — a virgin w/ too many fantasies.

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Twist of Fate; Chapter Eleven

Parings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word count; 2,728

Rating; 18+ for mature content and swearing

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Notes; It's finally ToF weekend!! I'm posting this a little later than usual since I posted a one-shot today as well. Also, I think I'm going to try and cap out my chapters well before the 7k mark. If I go higher than that, I worried Tumblr will get too laggy and I won't be able to edit the chapter with italics and bold like I usually do. I'll also be making a main masterlist soon once I've written some more one-shots. I'll try to work on them in-between ToF and maybe post them during the week, I just got a little too excited today and posted my one-shot instead of waiting until the week 😭 but I have a three day weekend so I'll be able to probably write more in ToF and push past chapter 20!

Now anyways, here's one of my fav chapters

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The little girl leads you to a quaint seeming casino, graffiti covering the buildings next to it and its name shone in multicolour neon lights, “Elysium”. Once you step inside, you notice its lavishly decorated from the red leather chairs that surround a poker table to the fancy lamps and expensive looking art that adorn the walls. “Auntie, an outsider- I mean, a really nice lady is here to buy something!” The kid eagerly skips toward a young woman who was hunched over behind the bar. Under the dim, yellow light, you notice she was fiddling with some cards.

“What do you want?” The woman asks, not even bothering to look up at you. Seems like she didn’t believe you were worth her attention so far. “A list of people who are attending Onychinus’ protocore auction and a map of the venue. How much?” You ask as you walk toward the counter, ruffling the little girl’s head as you step past her. This finally makes the woman face you, and she looks you up and down with interest, then makes a gesture with her hand, “Fifty thousand.” Yeesh. Expensive much? “Just for two pieces of intel?” You question with a raised brow as you sit down at the bar. She wags her finger as she tilts her head to the side, “Fifty thousand per word.”

“I..” You trail off, unsure if it's even worth it at this point. “Since you’re new and pretty, I’ll give you a 5% discount. What do you think?” The lady offers before the little girl speaks up, “Make it 10%.” When the lady looks at her in confusion, the little girl smiles up at her, “She bought a flower for five more than I asked for. Please, auntie?” “Thanks, sweetie.” You look back down at the little girl, petting her head once more, “She’s really sweet. Is she your…?” The woman sighs and shakes her head, “An orphan we’re watching over. Any other questions will require a payment.” “Even if it’s your names?” You know fraternizing won’t be enough to get an even bigger deal, but you’d still like to know their names. They don’t seem like bad people. “Just call me Violet and her Lily.” She says and you assume its code names. Or maybe not. More flowers though. You wonder what the N109 Zone’s obsession with flowers is. Violet meant watchfulness, and Lily meant innocent and pure.

After this, Violet glances over at the door to her right, sighing before she pushes it open. You could hear chatter mixed with the sound of rolling dice, spinning roulettes, and card shufflers. “You also going to Solon Hotel tomorrow? Do you have an auction invitation?” You can hear a female customer say, and then you hear a male customer reply, “Doesn’t matter if I get one or not. For something as big as this, you gotta try and get a piece of the pie, right? I heard there’s going to be a treasure. If you manage to get it, you could easily sell it for hundreds of thousands!” “Do you want to go? Then ask Sylus! I heard if you give him what he wants-” “Only if I can find Sylus in Onychinus. Haven’t you heard? While he was away, big changes happened in their ranks…” You’re unsure if you should be hearing this since you’re not exactly paying for it, but that does explain why it seemed like no one lived in that house you were in for a really long time. You strain your ears to listen to more of their conversation, but that’s when Violet closes the door.

“Did you hear them? Now, you should understand why “these two pieces of intel” are so expensive. I’m sorry, kid. I can’t just give this kind of information away for dirt cheap, especially when it’s about one of the N109 Zone’s big shots.” “What if I want information about Onychinus?” You ask nonchalantly and she freezes for a moment before leaning in the whisper in your ear, “Missy, don’t pry into things you shouldn’t know. I still got business to take care of .” You let out a sigh and nod your head, “Alright, I understand. Thanks for letting me know, Violet.” It makes sense. If she tells you something too secret, then it could lead to her losing her job or even her life. You can’t fault her for trying to be careful. You turn back to Lily, playing around with her for a bit as you listen in on the other customers' conversations.

“...Sylus hasn’t been around for a long time. Do you think he really went missing?” One man asks and the other shrugs, “Maybe he’s dead. Didn’t you see how arrogant Sherman’s punks have been lately? If Sylus was with Onychinus, they wouldn’t even dare to be so bold.”

You rest your chin on your palm, listening to the rumble of the spinning roulette and then the sound of cheers and screams. Someone must’ve won big, it seems. You sip on the drink you got from Violet at the bar, trying to appear like a normal patron as you eavesdrop on the conversations happening all around you. It seems Onychinus has been having some internal issues lately…and if Sylus hasn’t been seen around lately, how come you’ve seen so much of him? Recalling his pompous and contemptuous face has you chuckling to yourself. You can’t believe you almost miss him. If he had died, he would’ve dragged the entire N109 Zone down to hell with him. That’s just how he is.

“Miss, I have another flower. It’s for you!” You hear Lily’s voice before you see her. “Oh sweetie…” You hold back a pout of endearment as you notice how she’s on her tiptoes, trying to lean against the bar to reach you. She holds a black flower in both of her tiny hands, a black Calla lily, which was a symbol of rebirth and the beginning of a transformative journey. A fitting flower indeed. You take the flower from her, putting it behind your other ear, and smile at her, “Do I need to pay you for this one too?” “Nope! I gave it to you just because I wanted to.” She giggles before you decide to ask a few questions, “Did you grow up here? Does everyone know Sylus?” “Oh yeah! He’s a monster with huge wings that never dies. And- And, he has horns! If I don’t listen to Auntie, Sylus will find me and feed me to his man eating birdie.” The way Lily spoke was so animated, it was almost cute. She seems like just a regular child despite growing up in the N109 Zone.

It seems like everyone is afraid of Sylus and yet, they keep trying to make deals with him. Kind of like how people are afraid of demons but still try to make deals with them in movies…Though, Sylus did take the initiative to propose a deal with you. Maybe your evol can be used as a valuable tool against him- at least to guarantee your survival. You’re suddenly ripped from your thoughts as the familiar sound of gunfire fills the once cheery, lively room. You flinch, immediately moving your hands to cover Lily’s ears rather than your own. You quickly turn your head toward the entrance of the casino. “We got a party tonight.” One of the men rasps out, gun muzzle billowing out smoke. The door, which they kicked down, falls to the ground with a loud thud, the bolts on it useless and broken as a pair of leather boots steps on top of the wooden door. “Don’t be nervous. Onychinus’ important guest got lost. I’d like to ask everyone to cooperate with our search.” You can quickly notice that this man isn’t working with Sylus- even if this man is from Onychinus. He seems much like a snake, his voice dripping with venom.

Another person with a pair of sunglasses walks in. He’s flanked by half a dozen gun-toting men dressed in black. The sound of guns being loaded with bullets can be heard before you hear the guns being cocked as if threatening the patrons to try anything stupid. “Block the door and search the room. Everyone’s about to be entertained.” The same man, let's call him Snake for the sake of telling them all apart, says.

Gunfire and the sound of tables and chairs getting knocked over intermingle with N109 Zone slang that you don’t understand. In the hidden utility room, you hug Lily tightly as you look out the secret window that’s facing the lobby. “Ooh, there’s so many people. Today’s a good day for bus- mmph!” You quickly cover Lily’s mouth with a panicked whisper, “Do you have a death wish? Hide and don’t speak.” You add a “please” shortly after that, feeling like you’re being a tad bit harsh but it seems like she doesn’t even realize the danger you’re both in at the moment. The lobby floor is soaked in blood, and the mice hiding under the floorboards scamper away in fear. How you wished you were a mouse right now. Whistling, Snake casually strolls over to the bar, rings the bell, and then shoves a photo in front of Violet.

“I suggest you bring out our guest. Mr. Sherman’s not going to sit around and leave her unattended.” He says to her and one of your hands clenches into a fist, wanting to just give yourself up to protect the two people you had just met but you pause for a moment to think logically. Sylus is the leader of Onychinus, so why were these people acting as if Mr. Sherman was the leader instead? This Sherman guy doesn’t seem like shit, considering he didn’t even come out to get his ‘guest’, unlike how Sylus came to personally get you. “I’m sorry, she’s not here. I’d remember a pretty face if she actually showed up.” You can see Violet shrug from the secret window and now you’re starting to feel really bad. Even if she’s protecting you with a motive in mind, you still wanted to keep her and Lily safe. “Gonna keep your mouth shut? Fine.” Snake scoffs and turns to face his comrades. His broken, wire-bound jaw opens as he lets out a hoarse cackle, “Pry open their mouths one at a time. Someone will spill the beans sooner or later.”

“Missy, they’re looking for you, right?” Violet whispers, knowing that you and Lily were hiding in the secret room. “Are you going to hand me over to them?” You ask with baited breath, really hoping she wouldn’t just give you up. You tried to sound calm but inside, your thoughts were racing. All of this had almost made you completely forget that you were in a game; well, this was your life now, apparently, and you were in danger from here on out. Your free hand tightly clutches the tranquilizer in your sleeve, ready to stab Snake with it and pretend that it was a poison and you had the antidote for it as long as they let you go. That being said, you haven’t tested this thing that Xavier claimed could “paralyze an elephant” since there were no zoos in the N109 Zone…”Anyone who’s Onychinus’ target is valuable. I can get a better price if I find the right person,” Violet finally responds to you with a small shrug. A smile tugs at your lips as you shake your head, unsure if she was saying this as a front or if that was her true feelings.”Stay where you are. I don’t want to hand you over like this.” Violet says, firm on her decision to not give you up. Either way, even if she sold you to someone else, you wouldn’t be upset with her. You realize this is how people survive in the N109 Zone.

Suddenly, a crow soars in and dives toward the search party’s leader, its razor-sharp wings aimed at him. “What is that!?” You hear Snake yell out and you take this as your chance to escape- be it a dumb idea but still, it’s worth a shot. You roll and crawl out of the utility room. As you try to sneak away quietly, someone yanks you by the collar of your shirt. You panic, trying to scramble away from the person and you turn around to aim your gun.

Though you pause, noticing a familiar face in the shadows, his chin slightly raised. “So when someone saves you, do you always point your gun at them to express your gratitude?” Sylus. Several bullets grazed him only to dissipate into dust. The people who fired the shots are promptly strangled by something and they slump to the ground, dead. “Your underlings aren’t exactly obedient..” You comment, suddenly being reminded of the fact that this Mr. Sherman guy thinks he’s the leader of Onychinus for some reason. Sylu’s mouth twitches at your mockery as if he wants to say something but in the end, he just purses his lips, “Focus on yourself first.” At the sound of Sylus’ voice, Snake suddenly begins to panic and tries to leave, but a cloud of energy particles gathers around him…Several wanderers quickly materialize. Roaring, they rush straight for us.

“Are they calling for backup because they can’t win? How is this not cheating?” You scoff, brows knitted together in annoyance before Sylus grabs your wrist and holds you in his arms. “What-” He slides his finger over the trigger of your gun, aiming the weapon at the figure in the center of the room. “Do you expect people from the N109 Zone to be nice and polite?” Actually…Yes, yes you do. Violet and Lily were nice enough. “I see you made a few friends while I was gone,” Sylus comments, noticing the two different flowers tucked behind either of your ears and plucks the forget-me-not, rolling the stem between his two fingers. He tucks the flower behind his ear with a small murmur under his breath, “A fitting flower..” But before you can have a chance to ask what he means, Sylus swings your body around, taking shots at every wanderer charging toward you both.

The room is a complete mess with broken objects and overturned tables and chairs strewn about. Wanderers keep appearing one after another and you fall back to the window, thinking about how likely you both could make a run for it. “We can’t wipe them out…Our only option is to retreat,” You say between breaths as you try to get your breathing under control. “Do you really believe “retreat” is a word in my dictionary?” Sylus asks with a raised brow. While you’re anxious and tired, Sylus is infuriatingly calm and smug. “Ohhh, so you like being a freeloader, Mr. Sylus?” You raise a brow, waving your gun around with an annoyed sigh, “Didn’t you see me fighting for my life earlier?”

“Since when was I required to investigate the files the Hunters Association had on you?” The white haired man looks down at his hand to pick at imaginary dust under his nails before continuing, “Consider this training practice. Get ready.” Sylus ignores your protests and grabs your hand to aim your gun at the switch box on the wall. “You won’t get any help.”

A gun is fired and the lights go out. Then, Sylus quickly vanishes. You stand there for a moment in silence, blinking a few times before you realize you’ve been left behind again. Curses spill from your lips and you run a hand through your hair. “Are you fucking serious?” You groan under your breath and suddenly you hear Sylus’ voice once more. “Let’s make a deal.” You suddenly turn around and notice he’s behind you once more. “Aren’t you going to leave? I can’t resonate with you.” You were getting more annoyed by the second, but Sylus continues, “If you’d like to attend the auction tomorrow, stand your ground for five minutes.” He steps closer to you, leaning his head down to whisper in your head, “And should you have the audacity to die on me-” He lifts his hand and puts a communicator in your ear. Then he speaks in a surprisingly gentle tone, “You actually will meet your end.”

It's really short today, especially considering I just wrote 12k for a one-shot, but what can ya do 🤷🏻‍♀️ I'll more than likely post chapter twelve way later on today or even tomorrow...and I also might post chapter thirteen. I'm not very good at keeping a strict schedule. I like to be spontaneous 😎 ...sometimes. but yeah, more flower language. The black Calla Lilly was a big game changer since it's meaning actually fits mc in every way, shape, and form. It's honestly insane.

I also gave the shopkeeper and her charge names since I didn't want to write "she" and it get confusing. That's also why I specifically named Snake. But also! I named the two after flowers, because I read a manwha where there was a group of sex workers all named after flowers and they had a little girl with them who was also named after a flower. Their village was being raided and they all protected the little girl until they died, and the little girl was taken in the be a fake crown princess– but yeah, basically I thought flower code names and run-down, shady areas go well together!

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Episode 4: Crossroads of Speed

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Summary: In Episode 4, Y/N experiences the exhilarating world of F1 as she attends a practice session at the McLaren garage, sparked by an unexpected invitation from Oscar Piastri. While she enjoys the thrill of the track and the camaraderie with Oscar and Lando, her street racing instincts remain strong, reminding her that her true home lies in the raw, unpredictable world of street racing.

WC: 1.9k

Warnings: Street Racing, Injury Risk, Lando Norris (He's a menace), Identity Conflict, Romantic Tension

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The streets were alive again, the same familiar hum of engines and electric tension filled the air as I pulled up to the starting line in a borrowed car. Tonight, it wasn’t my usual setup, but my friend had lent me her custom ride—a sleek, black machine that was as fast as it was deadly on the streets. I ran a hand over the hood before slipping inside, the leather interior cool against my skin.

I had just won another race, adrenaline still thrumming through my veins when I slid back into the driver’s seat, letting the engine idle for a moment. The night wasn’t over yet, but as I relaxed in the seat, checking my phone for any updates about the next run, a text came through from an unknown number.

"Hey, it’s Oscar."

I stared at the message, blinking. Oscar? Piastri? I didn't know whether to laugh or be suspicious. Why would he be texting me at this hour, and more importantly, how did he even get my number? My street racing world was supposed to be completely separate from the polished, professional scene of F1, and yet, here he was, reaching out.

I typed back quickly, skeptical.

"Yeah, right. Prove it."

A few moments passed, and then, my phone buzzed again. I swiped to open the message, and there it was—a selfie of Oscar, holding up a peace sign with his other hand as he stood in what looked like his hotel room, still in casual clothes but unmistakably him.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "Alright, alright. What do you want?" I typed back, a smirk pulling at my lips.

His reply came almost instantly.

"Just thought I’d invite you to watch practice tomorrow. You seemed into the garage tour earlier, and Lando said he saw you again today. Come hang out at McLaren. No pressure."

I leaned back in the seat, chewing my lip. The night was still young, and the streets were calling, but the idea of watching practice in the McLaren garage wasn’t entirely unappealing. Plus, if I was honest, I was curious. But I wasn’t going to let him know that too quickly.

"Maybe," I shot back.

"Great! See you there!"

I shook my head, laughing softly to myself. Bold of him to assume I'd show up. But maybe I would. After all, it couldn’t hurt to check it out—besides, there was always another race.

The next morning, I found myself standing in the McLaren garage, the scent of gasoline and engine oil blending with the high-tech hum of machinery around me. Despite the sleekness of the F1 cars, the precision, there was still something raw about it that I appreciated. The crew was already busy, working to prep the cars for practice. Oscar waved when he spotted me, looking a bit relieved that I had actually shown up.

"Didn’t think you’d make it," he said, a half-smile on his face as he approached.

"I didn’t either," I replied casually, glancing around the garage. "But I figured why not. You gonna show me around, or should I just make myself comfortable?"

Oscar laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "You can make yourself comfortable, but I’ll show you a few things first."

As we started walking, I noticed Lando across the way, leaning against one of the cars, watching us with a curious grin. Before I could react, he made his way over, and I raised an eyebrow, already anticipating some sort of comment.

"You didn’t tell me you were bringing your new friend, Oscar," Lando teased, giving Oscar a playful nudge. "I would’ve dressed up more."

I rolled my eyes. "Don’t flatter yourself, Norris. I’m just here for the cars."

Lando smirked, unfazed. "Well, speaking of cars—" he paused, his tone shifting slightly, "I’ve been thinking about that race you won last night."

My eyes narrowed. "You were there?"

Lando shrugged. "I may have snuck out again."

I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. "You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?"

"Maybe," Lando said with a grin. "But it was worth it. That race was insane. And I was wondering if you’d let me bring some of the boys to the next one. You know—Max, Charles, Carlos. We’ve all heard about it, but none of us have actually seen it up close."

I crossed my arms, studying him for a moment. "And you think this is some kind of F1 spectator sport?"

Lando raised his hands in mock surrender. "No, no, I get it. It’s your turf. But come on, Y/N, just one night. Let us see what real racing looks like."

Behind him, I noticed Oscar standing there, looking sheepish, like he wasn’t sure if he should be part of this conversation. I glanced between the two of them, weighing my options. The last thing I needed was a bunch of high-profile F1 drivers crashing one of our races, drawing unwanted attention. But at the same time, the idea of watching them squirm outside of their perfect, polished world was tempting.

"I don’t know," I said slowly, giving Lando a once-over. "This isn’t a game, Norris. If you show up, you’re not just a tourist."

"I know," he said earnestly. "But it’d be fun. Just one time. You can even make us sit on the sidelines if you want."

I sighed, my resistance weakening. I shot a glance at Oscar, who quickly chimed in. "We’ll stay out of the way. Promise."

"Fine," I said finally, unable to hide my smirk. "But if you screw this up, don’t think I won’t throw you all out."

Lando’s grin widened, and he clapped Oscar on the back. "You hear that? We’re in."

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. "We’ll see if you’re still excited after you see what real speed looks like."

As I turned back toward the track, Oscar lingered for a moment, giving me a thoughtful look. "Thanks for letting us in," he said quietly, and there was a sincerity in his voice that caught me off guard.

"Don’t thank me yet," I replied, giving him a playful shove. "You still have to survive the night."

I left Lando and Oscar to their scheming and made my way back to the paddock’s observation deck. The buzz of the F1 world had its allure, no doubt, but the roar of street races still called to me. The adrenaline, the risk, the raw challenge of it all—it was something F1 couldn't replicate.

After an hour or so, the practice session was set to begin. The sound of engines revving filled the air as cars zoomed out onto the track, the slick precision of each team’s movements almost mechanical. I found myself leaning on the railing, eyes tracing the blur of orange as Lando and Oscar took to the circuit in their McLarens. They were fast, no doubt about that, but the street in me couldn’t help but wonder how they’d fare in a real race with unpredictable variables.

I chuckled to myself, thinking about Lando’s bold request earlier. It’d be hilarious to see these pros try their luck on my streets, where the margin for error was razor-thin and stakes high. As the McLaren cars zipped by, I noticed one of the crew members standing nearby, talking to another engineer. Curious, I walked over and struck up a conversation.

"So, how different is this from working with street cars?" I asked.

The engineer, a grizzled older man with oil-stained hands, looked at me with a bemused smile. "It’s like comparing night and day. Street racing’s got its own charm, but this—this is science. Precision. No room for error."

I nodded, taking in the intricate details of the telemetry screens and setups in the garage. It was impressive, for sure, but something about the sterile environment lacked the edge I was used to. It was clean. Controlled. Almost too much so.

Just as we were talking, I noticed the garage's atmosphere shift slightly. A camera crew, likely from F1 TV, panned around the McLaren setup. I tried to avoid their gaze, stepping back into the shadows, but it was too late. The camera swung right toward me, and for a second, I was on screen—me, the street racer from the underworld, standing smack in the middle of McLaren’s fancy garage.

Oscar, spotting the camera and noticing my discomfort, threw me an apologetic look from where he was standing. I rolled my eyes. Great, just what I needed—unwanted attention.

As the practice session continued, I got more comfortable, casually chatting with the crew and soaking in the vibe of professional racing. It was nice to watch from the sidelines, and I couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing the McLarens speed through each corner, wheels gripping the track with perfect precision. But it wasn’t enough to make me want to switch lanes—not even close.

After a while, I pulled out my phone, idly scrolling through social media while the practice session wound down. My eyes widened when I saw a flurry of comments popping up, all under the same topic.

"Who’s that girl in the McLaren garage?"

"Lando’s new girlfriend???"

"Anyone know the name of the mystery girl with Oscar?"

I groaned. Of course. F1 fans were fast, no pun intended, and apparently my brief appearance on camera had already sent the internet into a frenzy. I wasn’t exactly a fan of being in the spotlight like this, especially considering the circles I ran in. Keeping a low profile was kind of my thing.

I turned my phone off, shaking my head. I didn’t need this kind of attention right now. Especially not when I was trying to navigate the two very different worlds of F1 and street racing without mixing them up.

As practice wrapped up, Lando and Oscar made their way back to the garage, sweaty but grinning from ear to ear. Lando spotted me immediately, giving me a cheeky wave.

"How’d we look?" he asked, pulling off his helmet and running a hand through his damp hair.

"Not bad," I replied, leaning back against one of the toolboxes. "For a couple of F1 boys, anyway."

Oscar laughed, coming over to join us. "You look like you had fun watching."

"Maybe a little," I admitted. "But don’t get cocky. You still couldn’t handle a real race in the streets."

Lando raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "We’ll see about that. You’ll let me prove you wrong one of these days."

I smirked, but before I could reply, my phone buzzed again. This time, it wasn’t social media notifications. It was a message from Nadia about another street race coming up. I tucked the phone back into my pocket, mentally calculating how much time I had before I needed to be back on the streets.

Lando and Oscar were still talking about practice, oblivious to the fact that I was already making plans for my next race. They could have their polished world of circuits and pit stops, but I belonged on the streets, where things were messy, raw, and unpredictable.

I crossed my arms, glancing between the two of them as they chatted. "Maybe one day," I said, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "But for now, you boys stick to your world, and I’ll stick to mine."

They laughed, but I knew they were still thinking about what I’d said. They were curious—curious about the world I came from. And part of me wondered how long it’d take before they really tried to cross over. But that was a problem for another day.

For now, I had a race to win.

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Hi! I've been thinking about your post on wizarding fragrances and was wondering if you have any thoughts on make-up in the wizarding world? I've tried thinking about this myself a bit, but I'm unsure how trends and overall styles might differ from muggle ones (I'm really no make-up expert). Would muggleborns be identifiable by the way they do their make-up? Or are the trends close enough that there wouldn't be any issues? Just very curious to your thoughts, if you have any of course!

I do have thoughts on wizarding make-up! 💄

Firstly, we know they have a skincare industry —Saharrissa Tugwood is an extra-canon character who invents a line of face cream, and in GoF we hear that Eloise Midgen tried to get rid of her spots but was laughed at since there’s apparently a cream that sorts it out. So there’s definitely some kind of beauty industry in the wizarding world. Also , Witch Weekly seems like it’d be their equivalent of Vogue or Cosmo, so I assume there are make-up or cosmetic tips in there because it appears to be that type of magazine.

Additionally, you have examples like Rita Skeeter with her red nails, so manicures are clearly a thing, and hair care products like Sleekeazy’s are on the market. And Lockhart, had sincere hopes of launching his own line of hair care products, which implies there’s a demand for such things. He also boasts about winning Witch Weekly’s “Most Charming Smile” award, so I assume there’s an unstated but likely link that he could have marketed his hair products through Witch Weekly. All of this suggests a whole beauty industry that, by extension, would likely include a cosmetic industry as well.

I like the idea that there’s a distinct difference in make-up styles between blood purist purebloods and Muggleborns—it just feels like something they’d encourage. I go back and forth on what that distinction would look like, but I like to think wizarding cosmetics would be made from magical ingredients, so maybe you’d have a blush that changes colour or a stick-on mole, like the mouches popular in the 17th and 18th centuries in France and England that changes shape during a ball. Since I imagine pureblood society as inherently patriarchal, their make-up would be less experimental and just there to enhance beauty. Think: get ready with me to do my makeup in a way that honours my lineage. I also think there’s probably an etiquette guide on how to do make-up “properly” among pureblood girls.

I also wonder if paleness might still be in fashion in certain wizarding circles, similar to the way Venetian ceruse was used in the 16th/17thcenturies amongst The nobility .Perhaps wizards and witches have a non-toxic, magical version of it, used especially for formal events or fancy balls, where they might pale their skin or take on more classical beauty standards from the 16th or 17th century. And maybe Harry never sees it in canon simply because he’s not invited to the kinds of events where this look would be common.

For Muggleborns, though, their style might look more modern and trend-driven. Up until the 1920s, make-up was often associated with actresses or women in socially “unacceptable” roles, but then flappers came along with their big dramatic eyes, heavily shaped brows, and bold lips—these were looks everyone started wearing. Muggleborns might bring in bolder, more experimental trends inspired by Muggle magazines or celebrities. I could definitely see some purebloods having subtle judgment around “not doing your make-up like a Muggleborn.”

I also think Muggleborns would start influencing the less traditional purebloods and halfbloods, especially as we get further into the 20th century. By then, wearing make-up had become something regular women did, not just pinching your cheeks or adding a little rouge. So, as make-up becomes more of a norm, we’d start seeing those mod looks from the 60s or the bold colours of the 80s creeping into wizarding trends too.

And I absolutely love the idea of wizarding make-up influencers—Gilderoy Lockhart would definitely be one!

In my fics, I do have witches wearing make-up, partly because I’m a make-up girlie myself!

[demonicbaby666]

Falling, So That We Rise

One shot | Marvel Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and Comfort

Words: 1.4k+ 

Warnings: trauma alluded, maybe a sprinkle of an unhealthy attachment style

A/n: she's monologue heavy...

Everyone has shadows in their past that haunt them. No matter how hard you try to run from them, they catch up to you and swallow you whole until you’re submerged in an abyss of repressed memories. In the time spent locked away, they have mutated and learned how best to swat away feeble attacks that come in the form of denial and distraction. 

There is no easy way to win the war other than succumbing to the lulls of familiar pain and anguish while laying in bed and staring blankly at the ceiling fan, wishing that the infernal flashbacks that stole your childhood would cut you a break now you’d reached a point in your life where things seemed calmer. That is, however, not how things work. 

Similarly, other people share these mind-boggling complexities. Shutting them out and assuming they’d take it on the chin without question was not as straightforward as it seemed. Which is what you were coming to learn with each repetitive knock that echoed through the hallway. 

Five knocks seem excessive. Why five? Why not three or even two hard booming knocks? But five? 

“Let me in, or so help me,” Nat called from the other side of the door. Her voice was calm, “We both know this door can’t stop me.” 

Your loud groan ebbed from your bedroom, through the apartment, and eventually reached attentive ears. 

“Ya, ya. Now open up,” she beckoned. 

Had you believed a less-than-welcoming ‘fuck off’ would have motivated her to leave, you’d have done so. But you knew her well enough to know the two words would incentivise her more than deter her from the constant knocking that was, quite frankly, fuelling the cluster headache forming along your temples. 

The only option left was the worst one imaginable. How loathsome confrontation truly is, especially when one already knows what the outcome will intel. It was a simple solution. Cut the cord. And it was simple for one reason - surviving alone is more manageable. You never risk becoming reliant on someone that could end up breaking you. 

It made sense in your head and seemed a solid plan, that was until your fingers curled around the door handle, and you pulled it open, revealing auburn hair, emerald eyes, and a smile so fucking genuine it had you melting on the spot. 

“Good to see you’re still alive,” Nat smirked, eyes peering over your shoulder, “you going to invite me in?” 

“No,” Straight to the point. Bold? Yes. Dare it to be said, perhaps a little too bold because instantly the smile - that seems to work its way into your heart effortlessly - faded, crumpling under the wrath of your harsh and hostile tone, “I think you should go.” 

You kept a straight face, hoping that by pretending your heart was as cold as it seemed, she won’t notice how it was shattering. 

If it were anyone else, they’d have taken their leave, sensing their company wasn’t desired, and you wouldn’t have blamed them for doing so - despite the small voice in your head that repeats the same mantra, ‘If they cared, they’d fight.’ So you didn’t know what to make of her decision to keep her feet planted in the doorway. 

In truth, your puffy eyes, the bags under them, and the weight you carried on your shoulder kept her from walking away. How you still kept going, despite your tortured soul having lost so many battles against demons, she didn’t know. What she knew was it was admirable that you were still standing. It made her want to hold you tighter, kiss you harder, and love you with every morsel of her soul. She wanted to help you in every way she could, not to change you, but to surround you with everything she saw so clearly you were never given. 

“Not a chance in hell I’m leaving you like this.” she asserted. 

It was a rash move. You knew that as you tried to shut the door on her, it was the barrier you needed when it seemed like she’d sooner murder than abandon getting through to you. What you hoped would be a cut-off to the painful interaction you were enduring was anything but. Nat’s palm made firm contact with the door, halting it so swiftly it caused you to jolt. 

Being that a healthy diet wasn’t something you’d cared about made it incredibly difficult to overpower her hold on the door. It would be one sight to behold had anyone walked by and witnessed. The first thought would most likely be, ‘She’s being attacked,’ before they proceeded to excuse themselves from having to participate in any way. 

After a solid minute of battling over the door position, it stood open again, Nat staring right at you with a raised eyebrow and an accompanying smirk. God, she could be cocky when she wanted, despite the victory being magnanimously handed to her. 

In one swift action, she moved, pushing forward into the apartment and flinging you over her shoulder. The kicking and screaming that ensued was flimsy and rather pathetic; whether it was done intentionally was still debatable. 

“Nat! Put me down!” You protested, trying to hide the childlike smile - that rejected being suppressed - from your tone. 

Gently setting you down on the sofa, she crouched between your legs and placed a hand on your thigh, “You want to do this alone. I get it. But I’m not going anywhere.” She smiled softly and chuckled, “Even if you can handle all this without anyone, and believe me, I know you can. You don’t need to.” 

And maybe it’s the small details that shift the tide; the way she took such care when she reached out to tuck strands of hair behind your ear, or how she touched you like no one ever had - each caress of her fingers saying, ‘I will not harm you,’ or the way she kissed you; like it was the first and last time. Every. Single. Time. In truth, everything she’d ever done for you oozed with a kind of teeth-rotting compassion that could drive a person mad. 

And it did. Not for any other reason except that you couldn’t understand why and what she was doing with someone like you. There were no prospects, no life plan; hell, you barely knew what to expect two days from now, let alone two years. That didn’t stop her, though. She continued to look at you with so much love in her eyes the world may as well have toppled off its axis, and the astonishing thing was, plummeting into your inevitable demise had never felt better. 

The harsh truth is you are not the type of person people fall in love with. You have never been. People are intrigued, inspired, and some find themselves gripping onto you as though you were their new addiction. That’s all it ever was. The love, or what resembled it, that you’d received was always fleeting, momentary, and, dare it be said, conditional. Smile, laugh, make jokes; that sort of stuff keeps them around, but the moment emotions start to peek through the cracks, it’s always safer for them to run, and they do. 

So to be loved so fiercely and so often, even on days where you’d shut the world out, on days where the world shut you out, it was foreign. It seemed like a dream, a cruel joke the universe was playing, bidding time and waiting to deliver the final blow of opening your eyes and discovering you were right all along, that it was too good to be true. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

“You, me, sofa, and a movie.” And that was that. No fuss, no ulterior motive, “The cure for everything.” 

She leaned forward, her face drawing closer, and despite the intimacy shared repeatedly, it still caused your heart to race faster and your palms to sweat. “You’re not allowed to push me away,” she said, staring down at you at your lips, “I hope you know that.” 

“It’s becoming painfully obvious,” you mutter, rolling your eyes - you and Nat very much aware that you weren’t annoyed in the slightest. 

“You’re stuck with me for a long time. Plus, you’re the best arm candy around.” her warm breath tickled your lips before she leaned in to place a smiled kiss on your lips. 

Unfortunately, relying on someone didn’t seem so bad anymore, and you’d be kidding yourself if you didn’t admit that it was nice to have them fight for you. You took the win. Nat wanted you, even if it was just because you made good arm candy. 

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Online & Anonymous 5/16

Hangster. Explicit. Years before they meet in person Bradley and Jake strike up a friends-with-benefits relationship online. And then something more like an actual relationship.

Odd year = Bradley's POV and Even year = Jake's POV

>>Bradley chatting (bold and italics)

>>Jake chatting (italics)

2005/2006 2007 2008 2009

2010 – Jake

                He’s a fully commissioned officer, a naval aviator, junior grade lieutenant. He’s got his wings and he knows he’s good. He can control himself physically and he considers a plane a simple extension of that. He loves flying like nothing else. His first deployment has him practicing night landing and takeoffs, something he can’t say he’s a fan of, but he also manages better than most of his counterparts and it leaves him feeling smug. He’s getting better at flying and he’s already itching to get an invitation to

                He hadn’t been convinced about switching to a different messaging app, especially one that required him to buy a new phone. However he has no regrets. The amount of messages he and Nick send back and forth increases, it’s much quicker and convenient. And while he ignores the messages he gets from strangers he definitely enjoys looking at the pictures. He jerks off more than usual but then the novelty wears off.

                Nick does not wear off.

                If anything Nick seems to get better. He’s definitely using the app to its full purpose, whenever he’s somewhere there are plenty of guys also using it; Nick shares stories with him, tells him about the guys he sleeps with and Jake lets himself live vicariously through him. If Jake felt more confident he’d be doing the same. Wants to do the same but is also terrified. Admires Nick for seeming not to care about being caught. Wonders if he’s developing a voyeurism kink. Except everything he sees is solely in his imagination.

>>Would you send me a picture of your dick?

>>You want a picture of my dick?

>>Yeah. I’m kind of attached to it, and I haven’t even seen it.

                He doesn’t say that he’s also attached to Nick. Doesn’t want to come off as needy even if that’s exactly how he feels. He’s seen pictures of Nick’s stomach and thighs, his chest. He’s seen a hard dick being palmed through the fabric of his briefs, but god yeah, he wants to see the real thing. It’s not immediate and he wonders what Nick is doing, has already said that he’s by himself and not going to be interrupted. Then the picture comes through and he knows Nick is over six foot, maybe has big hands, and he’s holding his dick in his hand and it’s dark dusky pink at the head, his fingers are curled around the shaft loosely and god he wishes they could video chat or something, it looks average, if he assumes Nick’s hands are normal sized.

>>How big are your hands?

>>You trying to figure out how big I am?

>>Maybe.

>>I’m plenty big enough. Never had any complaints.

>>Thinking about your hands on me too.

>>They look like nice hands.

>>I used to play baseball. Big mitts.

>>Yeah? Long fingers too looks like.

>>Yeah, I play the piano. Long fingers come in handy.

>>Bet they come in handy for lots of things.

>>You’re not wrong.

                Jake bites his lip, looks at the picture again, imagines wrapping his mouth around the head and licking and sucking, making Nick come with nothing but his hands and mouth.

>>Thanks for the picture. It’s a very pretty dick. Now I can imagine sucking it.

>>Fuck.

>>If we ever meet I hope I’m able to do everything properly. Like I can in my head.

>>When we meet.

                Jake rolls his eyes.

>>And I don’t care about it being perfect. Sex generally never is.

>>We’ll have fun and get each other off.

>>More than once.

>>Definitely more than once.

>>We won’t leave bed for days. Maybe lock ourselves away from the world when we’re both on leave.

                Jake lets himself dream.

…            …            …

>>Do you ever hook up with other guys?

>>In the service I mean?

>>I mean. I have once or twice. Got to be so careful.

>>There’s this subtle careful look that gets exchanged. I’ve given it and had it ignored, and either the guy isn’t up for it, or just missed it completely. Other times…

>>Other times?

>>It’s been hit and miss. Sometimes the guy is angry and can take it out on you. Other times it’s just sex. Other times they can think it’s the start of something.

>>Take it out on you? What do you mean?

>>Oh. Just.

>>Rough. Angry with the whole thing. Think they’re angry at themselves. That whole not wanting to want another man that way.

>>And you let them?

>>Sometimes. I’ve walked away when I’ve been seriously worried.

>>But I like it a little rough sometimes.

>>Reminds me I’m with a man and I don’t have to hold back my own strength.

                Jake bites his lip and shifts a little, already starting to get a little hard, and they aren’t even talking about having sex with each other, just talking about sex in general and he can’t believe it’s getting him hard.

>>You getting hard?

>>Yeah.

>>You know me too well.

>>Of course I do.

>>I wonder how hard I can get you.

                Jake knows exactly how hard, he goes back and reads some of their conversations sometimes and they get him hard every single time.

>>I wonder if I told you not to jerk off, and talked to you like this, whether you could come from it.

                Jake knows that that won’t happen, he always needs a little friction. But…

>>I’m willing to give it a try.

>>Yeah?

>>Want me to tell you when it’s okay to touch yourself? When you can come?

>>You like the sound of that?

>>Yeah. Little bit.

…            …            …

                He refuses to think about what he has with Nick as a relationship. At least not a romantic one. He is definitely his best friend though, right up their with Javy, although Javy hasn't ever made him come. Some months are quieter than others, and he gets it now. Nick is deployed. Hell. Considering both their schedules it’s a miracle they’ve managed so much communication already. He desperately wants to ask him which service he’s in, but unlike his name, Nick hasn’t offered to share that. However, knowing that they’re both military opens a different type of floodgate and Jake finds himself talking about his team, squad, group, platoon. He changes up what he calls them. If Nick asks he’ll tell him, because then he’ll feel better about asking himself.

                The question doesn’t come though.

…            …            …

>>Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else.

>>Other than the fact I’m gay you mean?

>>Ha ha. Yeah. Other than that.

>>I miss my parents.

                Jake’s fingers hover over his phone, not sure what to say. He knows Nick’s parents are dead, and Nick knows his own parents kicked him out… God they’ve both got issues there don’t they. Still, missing them doesn’t feel like something he’d be ashamed to admit.

>>My dad died when I was three. My mom died of cancer fifteen years ago.

>>Oh shit. I’m sorry.

>>I was raised by my godfather after that, but I’m not talking to him either.

>>I miss him too sometimes.

>>I had this whole other family and I just turned my back on them and some days I wonder if it was worth it.

                Jake wants to ask, wants to know, because he aches for his family some days, knows he can’t go back. His parents made it abundantly clear that he was no longer welcome, and he wonders if they’d even care if he died.

>>What made you turn your back?

>>You don’t have to tell me, just, I’m here, if you want to tell me.

>>I applied to one of the academies. He pulled my papers. Told me I wasn’t ready. So I went and enlisted anyway.

>>Oh shit.

>>Yeah.

>>So. I’m still angry about it, but I also miss them. Him. Families fuck you up.

>>Yeah. They do.

…            …            …

                It takes a near miss and he lands on the carrier inwardly shaking, although he doesn’t let it show outwardly. But he’s just realized that if something happens to him Nick will never know. He doesn’t want to put him through that. He carefully writes down some instructions and what he wants to say, then he changes the lock code on his phone to Javy’s year of birth, he can’t forget that and it’ll remind him everyday of why he needs to be careful. But also the best. He finds Javy and walks him through it, show him where he hides the app and where he’s going to keep the envelope. Usually they’d joke about something like this, but after the day they’ve had neither of them are feeling in a jokey mood and Jake has no one else to ask.

>>I told my best friend about you. If something happens to me he’ll let you know.

>>How?

>>Gave him a sealed envelope with instructions. Told him I was trusting him, and that if he wanted to keep his sanity he wouldn’t risk opening it. You know what he said?

>>What?

>>That he’d already seen plenty of dick on the locker room and wasn’t going to go looking for any more.

>>But also that he’d do it. So. Yeah.

>>You don’t have to worry about me dropping off the face of the earth and forever wondering what happened to me.

>>He’ll let you know.

>>Wow. Okay. That’s really thoughtful of you.

>>Thanks I guess.

>>Shit. I hadn’t even thought of it.

>>I’ll do the same. It’s not like what I’m doing is any safer than what you’re doing.

>>Yeah. I think not knowing would be the worst part.

>>I wanted to ask you, if you could do that for me.

>>So thanks for offering already.

>>You sure you don’t want my name? That would suck to find it out after I’ve died.

>>Don’t think calling you anything different will make you dying easier on me.

>>So try not to die okay?

>>I’ll do my best.

2011 - Bradley

[come-away-with-me87]

Modern Hearts Chapter 18

Chapter 17 here

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When you finally got to your door to open it, there stood Shouta, leaning against your doorway.  "Shouta..." you trailed off, "I'm sorry, please, come in."  He walked into your dorm, apologizing for bothering you so late.  "No bother at all! I'm assuming training is over with the students?"  He just nodded his head in response.  You invited him to sit down on your couch, and asked him if he would like anything to drink.  He politely declined, saying, "I don't plan to take up much of your time, I just wanted to stop by and ask you something."  You gulped at this statement, and felt a blush creeping up your face.

"Sure, what would you like to ask?" you asked him.  He paused for a moment, and stated, "before I ask you, I wanted to tell you something.  I know you don't remember anything past knocking on my door on Friday night, but I remember everything.  Before you fell asleep, you had told me that you wanted to kiss me, and that you wished it was me who asked for your number that night."  You felt yourself blush even harder, "I...I said that?" He looked over at you thoughtfully, "you did. You know how they say that drunk words are sober thoughts, or in this case, I at least hope they are."  He paused for a moment, "which leads me into my next question.  Y/N, I know I'm being bold by asking you this, but I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. Will...will you go on a date with me?"

"Oh, Shouta..." you said quietly.  You didn't think it was possible, but you felt how hot your face was from blushing so hard.  For a very brief moment, you thought of Keigo.  You only had one date with him, and even though you two kissed, you weren't exclusive with him.  "Shouta," you said again, "I would love to go on a date with you."  He looked over at you and beamed at your answer.  "Yeah? What about Hawks?"  You looked over at him in return, "what about him? We had one date, we're not an item." He responded to that saying, "fair enough." 

"Now, I am going to ask you one last question, then I'll get out of your hair.  May I have your number?"  It was your turn to look at him and beam, "absolutely."  He didn't bring his phone over with him for you to plug your number in, so you got up from the couch, grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and wrote down your phone number, sat back down, and handed the paper to him.  When he took the paper from your hands, your hands accidentally grazed, and once again, you felt that same bolt of electricity.  

If he felt it, too, he decided not to say anything.  He got up from your couch, looked down to where you were sitting.  "Thank you, Y/N. I'll plan something soon."  You looked up at him and smiled, "I look forward to it."  He took his free hand to caress your cheek, then took his leave.  If you thought you felt a bolt of electricity with his hand patting your knee, or accidentally grazing his fingers, it was nothing compared to the way you felt when he caressed your cheek just now.  Your skin felt hot where he touched you, and you felt your heart practically pounding out of your chest.  

By this time, it was about 9:15pm, so you decided to call it an early night.  You did your usual nightly rituals, and fell into bed around 9:45pm.  You couldn't help but lay there and smile to yourself; you were going on a date with Shouta Aizawa.  You felt excited at the idea; maybe you liked him more than you realized.  Suddenly, your phone buzzed on your nightstand.  You picked it up: it was from Keigo.  Shit, what were you going to do with him?  All it said was, "thinking of you, pretty girl ;)"  You thought about it some more; you could date both of them, you were a single woman.

For some reason, though, you felt like dating both of them would end up causing hurt to at least one of you in the end, particularly Shouta since he evidently loved you since you were children (even though you weren't supposed to know that).  Besides, you weren't really a multi-dating type of person.  Some people could do it, and that was fine, but you were a monogamist at heart, even when it came to dating.  You decided to not respond to Keigo's text right then, and instead put your phone back on the nightstand.  You eventually felt your eyelids getting heavy, and you fell asleep, dreaming an intimate dream about an ebony-haired, onyx-eyed man.

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To be continued...

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[hirokari]

i saw a

"why didn't you respond to my letters?"

"what letters?"

tiktok and was inspired and now its midnight and i refuse to publish the context or anything else.

“My letters.”

He cuts you off, seemingly with no remorse. You pause at the sudden harshness, “W-What?” He heaves a heavy sigh, having been pent up on this question for so long. Jaemin takes a bold step forward, the floor of your entrance being dripped on by the water of Jaemin’s body. “My letters.” He repeats sharply. “The ones I sent in the summer after we graduated. You told- you told me I could reach out to you– no matter the circumstance. No matter if you hated me, or if I hated you, or if I was on a whole different continent.”

Chills run down your spine at the exact recitation.

“My letters.”

“What letters?”

Both your voices break, and you bring a hand up to clutch Jaemin’s shoulder, startled by the broken looks he wears. He’s devastated.

“I-I sent you letters,” He says shakily. “Multiple. I told you how I felt the first time. I was in love with you.” Gulps Jaemin. “And-and when you didn’t answer, I wrote another letter apologizing for sending the first letter– and for everything else. For bothering you, for talking down on you just to make myself feel better, for that stupid thesis incident.”

“Jaem…”

“And by the third letter I assumed you were ignoring me– but I sent more. I sent ten.” Finally looking up to your eyes, Jaemin remains half-lidded– sort of in a trance at the sudden topic of his feelings and whatever he’d poured into a piece of paper with a gel pen you’d given him in senior year. 

“On the fourth I wrote in July, a month after graduation. I wrote that I missed you and thought of you everyday. On the fifth, I was angry at you. I asked why you wouldn’t respond to me and called you petty– and so many more other things. A liar, a thief, a first-kiss-stealing backstabber. On the sixth I’d begged for you to answer. It was October. On the seventh I gave you my new number– the one you texted two days ago. On the eighth I was practically talking to myself, begging for a sign that you’d moved on from what we did in graduation so I could. 

On the ninth I described your lips. I wrote this with an itching nose from the cold of the winter. I described how they tasted like peach peonies– maybe that’s why they were always your favorite flower. I recited how kindly and gently you’d kissed me, how you held my face with cradling, careful fingers and how you had to stand on the tips of your toes just to taste me. How the talon on your graduation cap had tickled my face but it was no match to the storm you’d brewed in my stomach. On the tenth I greeted you goodbye. Mentioned how the next time you’d see me– I’d be with peach peonies.”

By now, Jaemin has you pressed against the wall, pressing his forehead against yours. It’s not threatening or forceful– he’s inviting you. An invitation involving dancing lips and fleeting touches– an invitation for you to run your fingers wild though his hair as his tugs on the skin of your waist. His eyes bore into yours, yet pleaded for the response he’d been waiting 3 years for.

hahaa enemies to strangers to lovers wip that will forever remain in my drafts. im so sorry, peach peonies, you'll never see the real world. it's my first time writing in like months so this is reaaaal rusty and not my best work tbh.

[kattythingz]

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🍄 - share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings.

Ohohoho. WELL, since you asked! I've talked at length about edling, so giving a little love to edgreed instead (because I love them so, so, SO much, god)... Mild nsfw warning, but, two words: body worship.

HEAR ME OUT, OKAY. WE ALREADY KNOW EDGREED WOULD HAVE THE HOTTEST SEX, THAT'S JUST FACTS. BUT. BUT. GREED'S GREED. He's nothing if not shamelessly proud of his possessions. And why would that be different in sex, ESPECIALLY when it comes to the boy made of literal fucking gold to him? GREED BODY-WORSHIPS THE SHIT OUT OF ED, AND THAT'S THAT.

❄️ - what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Bold of you to assume I only have one. It's really only a matter of what today's flavor is. And to that I answer: dark Ling. Just, listen. I've had this daydream for AGES, where post-canon Ed loses his alchemy blah blah, but the military still seeks to use him as some precious asset. Ling catches wind of this while he's Emperor, and how Ed's had a hard time finding a real purpose after everything and the domestic life really isn't for him, but he feels so useless as he is so he's just drifting, and he's easy pickings. Ling worries for Ed in that state, deeply. So he does what any sane guy does and invites Ed to Xing. Then kinda maybe. Locks him in a room. Sets up a political strain where the military cannot intervene and steal Ed from Ling's own land, thus protecting Ed (in Ling's eyes). But Ed doesn't want this, and he keeps beseeching with Ling to let him go, he'll be careful, he's not that naiive, Ling, come on—

Ling hears none of it, a latent part of him—unearthed by Greed—telling him that this is the right thing to do. Ling isn't insane. He's just deeply and unreasonably protective (a topic that I've touched on in Crown, actually! Teehee). But Ed can't really see that so. It's all a mess.

Still, Ling won't back down. He vows instead that he'll make Ed as happy as he can here, in Xing, under Ling's protection.

... Can you tell I like dark fics.

I dunno who else aside from myself would be able to deliver this premise exactly how I want it. I've read just about every "dark" edling fic I could get my hands on, and I still think they're being too nice. If you're gonna write a dark fic then BUCKLE DOWN AND COMMIT TO IT LIKE MEN, YOU FOOLS.

I volunteer myself, tragically.

🌸 - do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them.

It tears my very soul apart to confess that I have no pets 😔 In a perfect world where I do, I'd have a black cat, and I'd name it Layl/Layla, or Amir/Amira. And they'd own my entire heart.